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My Red Rose Turns To White (Wayne Bartlett)

Today I placed a white rose on the bible,
I felt my heart break amid the tears;
I wish that I could place a little red rose
For my mama instead of a white rose here.

The tears streamed down my face and I trembled,
My mind went back to that dreadful night;
The petals of the rose lost their fragrance,
When the Lord turned my red rose to white.

Every year on Mother's Day
I'd wear my little rose,
I never said I love you 'cause
that's something mothers know;
The hardest thing I've ever done
was walk down this aisle,
And let my little white rose
take the place of mama's smile.

Now, roses don't bloom
here in my world anymore,
Memories are all that's left
of the red rose I once wore;
The chain of life is broken,
my days are black as night,
And every year on Mother's Day
my red rose turns to white.

Oh, the little children look so pretty,
All dressed to talk about their mom;
Then they make their way down to their mama,
And kiss her as they pin the red rose on.

Children, don't forget to tell your mama,
When you pin the rose on, pin it tight;
You won't always have your little red rose,
'Cause someday the red rose turns to white.

Every year on Mother's Day
I'd wear my little rose,
I never said I love you 'cause
that's something mothers know;
The hardest thing I've ever done
was walk down this aisle,
And let my little white rose
take the place of mama's smile.

Now, roses don't bloom
here in my world anymore,
Memories are all that's left
of the red rose I once wore;
The chain of life is broken,
my days are black as night,
And every year on Mother's Day
my red rose turns to white.
Every year on Mother's Day
my red rose turns to white.

####.... Wayne Bartlett of Quirpon, NL, ©1991 - all rights reserved (She's Gone, Boys, She's Gone, 1992 ) ....####

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